One of a pair of poles to hold the electric lines for the streetcars entering and exiting the tunnel.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
Old conveyor belts are draped over the sides of the ore chutes to cut down on the noise and wear of the dumping trains.
It seemed the only way to get a view of the room was to climb above the mounds of rotting donations, now not even fit to burn.
One of the many small treasures hiding in the mill…
These corner pilings served as bumpers… a little assurance against wind, ice, and new captains.
Inside the Beulah elevator were all of the original notices and notices. These are instructions for filling rail cars with flour sacks.
The floor in this building (now demolished) was very rotten. This picture was taken through a window from very firm ground.
While the building looks uniform on the outside, inside it’s clearly divided between a hoist room and shaft room (seen here).